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    “Lao Wen has beautiful hands,” Zhou Zishu says, the same way he says the sun is bright today, or this river doesn’t run too deep, just another one of Zhou Zishu’s straightforward observations about the world. A-Xu’s observations always have a simple action on their heels: if the sun is bright, they should bask in it; if the river isn’t too deep, they ought to cross it. If Lao Wen’s hands are beautiful —


    Grief, pain, and fingering your impossible lover to sleep.

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    24 Apr 2026

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    Some of my favorite sentences ever can be found right here

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    Zhou Zishu takes the pipe, checks that the ember is still alive, and sets it in his mouth. When he sucks the smoke into his mouth, he can only just barely perceive the pungent herbal scent of it, like passing someone in the street who had smoked hours before. But it feels the same as it always has, hot and dry in the back of his throat. He holds it in his lungs, offers the pipe to Wen Kexing. Exhales slowly through his nose.

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    On the road to Longyuan Pavilion.

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    17 Apr 2026

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    “A’Xu,” Wen Kexing remarks conversationally as he fans himself. “How do you feel about gagging me the next time we fuck?”

    Zhou Zishu chokes on his tea.


    aka, that time I tried to write pwp and instead ended up with whatever this is—ratio of slice of life domestic fluff to smut is approximately 6:2 so. make of that what you will. ٩( ᐛ )و

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    07 Apr 2026

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    “What’s next?” Wen Kexing finds that he doesn't want to know, but he asks anyway.

    “Scent, touch, hearing, and then sight.”

    He pulls Zhou Zishu’s face down to his neck. “What’s this smell?”

    “Um, the green bottle with the cork—no, the agate stopper—on the stool next to the bathtub.”

    Wen Kexing lets him go, reassured at least by that. He thinks for a while, and needles out, “So all this time, I’ve been cooking for someone who can’t even taste the hard work I put in.”

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    cooking for a dying person in the shadow of his old home, until his self-destruct button can be safely turned off.

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    06 Apr 2026

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    "I'm not going to die of spoiled blood," Zhou Zishu groans, "Good heavens, Lao Wen ah."

    "Indeed not! I won't let you," Wen Kexing agrees, and threads the needle. They fall silent as he stitches the wound closed. He can feel Zhou Zishu's eyes on his face, but he doesn't dare look up to meet his gaze; he doesn't want to prick him by accident. No, Zhou Zishu will not die of spoiled blood.

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    Evening, night, and morning at Four Seasons Manor.

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    06 Apr 2026